SON OF HASIRAMA-SENJU

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As soon as Senju Arata spoke, the entire place fell silent. Everyone stared at him, confused, wondering what their young lord was about to announce.

Arata took a deep breath and said, "Alright, listen up. What I'm about to say is important. It will affect all of you."

His voice was steady, serious.

"I will give you a choice. If you want to keep fighting the Uchiha, you can. If you want to live in peace, without war, without losing your loved ones, you can. It's up to you."

A tense silence filled the air.

"If you choose peace, stand on my left. If you want to keep fighting and killing, stand on my right," Arata declared.

The crowd was shocked.

"What? Young lord, those Uchiha freaks killed my brother! How can I not take revenge?" shouted Bob Senju, a boy barely 14.

"That's right!" another clansman added. "The Uchiha killed so many of our cousins and clansmen! How can we just let this go? We have to kill them all! Only then can we let go of our hatred!"

An elder, battle-worn and experienced, spoke up. "I don't agree with this! We have to fight the Uchiha. They are the reason so many of my sons and grandsons are dead!"

But another elder shook his head. "No… I think the young lord is right. Our clans have been fighting for too long. Because of our battles, other clans also started fighting. The whole world is in chaos because of the Senju and Uchiha war. It's time to break this cycle."

"I agree," an old woman said. "Our generation has suffered enough. We don't need to send our children to die in war."

"No! I won't accept this!" a young Genin yelled. "They killed my father! I can't just let that go!"

As Arata watched the debate unfold, he thought about how to convince them. How to end this bloodshed. But then—

Ding!

A familiar voice echoed in his mind.

"Host seems to be in trouble. You have generated three options."

Option 1: Kill all those who disagree with you. This will make the rest fear you and obey.

Option 2: Let things happen naturally and let the minority obey the majority. (Result: The Senju and Uchiha will never stop fighting.)

Option 3: Use your intelligence, your DxD protagonist aura, to convince those who disagree. (Reward: A good reputation within the Uchiha clan.)

Arata was speechless.

"This damn system… it's basically telling me to trick them! What the hell?"

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Enough!"

His chakra surged as he released a heavy pressure.

"I said, this is your choice! Not a debate! Stop arguing and make your decision now!"

His voice, enhanced with chakra, shook the ground.

A wave of killing intent spread out, just like when Hashirama had confronted Orochimaru during the war.

The crowd froze. The feeling was terrifying, like a predator watching them from the shadows.

Even the elders, the women, the children—all felt the weight of his presence.

Out of the 3,800 clan members present, about 1,000 were warriors. The rest were civilians, retired shinobi, and children.

Slowly, people started moving.

Some walked to Arata's left, choosing peace.

Others, driven by their hatred, moved to his right, refusing to forgive the Uchiha.

As the dust settled, the numbers became clear.

2,500 people stood on Arata's side, choosing peace.

1,300 people stood on the other side, refusing to stop fighting.

Arata exhaled, his eyes scanning the crowd.

"Alright," he thought. "Now I know how many refuse to listen."

He clenched his fists, preparing his next words.

This was it.

This was the moment to change everything.

And Arata, the biggest Naruto fan ever, knew exactly what he had to do.

Before Being Isekai'd to this world, Arata was a psychiatrist. But not a normal one—he had a unique way of dealing with people. He was deeply influenced by Naruto, especially by how Naruto changed people's perspectives. He even got inspired by Tokyo Revengers and Jujutsu Kaisen, thinking about how people's minds work. Because of this, he studied psychology and became a well-known psychiatrist.

But he didn't have a regular office. No, his office was just his small apartment. If he had to talk to children, he would play games with them to understand their feelings. If he had to help old people, he would sit at a coffee table and create different scenarios to make them think. He believed that different people needed different approaches.

Now, after being reborn in the Naruto world, his skills were going to be useful again—especially now, combined with his DxD Protagonist Aura.

Arata looked at the people who still refused peace.

"I know you're angry," he said. "I know you hate the Uchiha. I know many of you lost your brothers, sisters, children, and parents in this war. But look around you—some of your loved ones are still here. Your wives, your children, your parents, your friends. If you die in battle, what will happen to them? Do you want them to keep fighting, keep suffering, keep dying for revenge?"

The crowd was silent.

"Think about it," Arata continued. "Why did your family die? Was it really because of the Uchiha? Or was it because of war itself? We killed them, they killed us. We took their parents, they took ours. We made their children orphans, they made ours. If you were in their place, wouldn't you want revenge too?"

Some people clenched their fists. Others lowered their heads.

"I don't want anyone else to die," Arata said firmly. "I want peace. I want our children to grow up in a world where they can laugh instead of cry. Where they can train to become strong, not just to survive. But if you still want to fight, then fine—go ahead. Keep killing. But remember, the war will never end that way."

An elder, a veteran Chūnin, looked shaken. He had always thought about avenging his grandfather and children. But now, he realized—he had killed many Uchiha too. He had created orphans on their side as well.

"You… you're right," the elder muttered. "I've been blinded by anger all these years. I've dreamed of peace, but I never believed it was possible. Now, I regret it… If my brother were alive, he would be standing on your side."

Another Genin spoke up, his voice uncertain. "My brother was kind too… If he were here, he would've agreed with the young lord."

Slowly, one by one, people started stepping over to Arata's side. Their anger didn't disappear, but they started to think differently. Out of the 1,300 who refused peace, more than 1,200 walked to Arata's side. Only about 100 remained stubborn.

Seeing so many people choose peace, the ones left behind felt embarrassed. They hesitated.

"If everyone else is choosing this… am I wrong?" one man thought to himself.

One by one, even the last few warriors crossed over, until almost everyone was standing with Arata leaving only 25 people in opposite side.

At that moment, hope bloomed in the Senju Clan. For the first time in years, they believed—maybe this war could finally end.